Black Poetry : Her mid(name)dle

[blakverb]

profundity was her mid(name)dle
reading me from the inside out
extracting my mental madness
with proclamations that resound
true / "that I don't breathe in" /
did I "realize that tomorrow came
and went undetected, flying
beneath the sonar of my consciousness,
that I still exist in today" / she asked,
as she layed me down on
the operating table to rid me of
a malignant stoicism that locks me
in confinement / solitarily / destroying
exhalations and my minds solidarity
.....................and stale air pollutes my
thinking...............recirculated to "counter"
clockwise movement suspending me
in a blakhole / trapped in a state of
counting "numb"ers backwards so I continue
to feel nothing / pro(FUN)dity was her
mid(name)dle / she stated as she
took her pen and cut away the dead gray
matter and placed it in the field to kill
the weeds so I could be father to
her unblemished scribe that breathed life into
me...

(c)2001 blakverb

 

[GQ]

Dime!!!!!


Respect
GQ

 

[N2urSoul]

Blak~

And you should know that
I'm standing on my chair at
work -- 'a standing ovation'
from out of this world ~

Because I truly felt this
one shake the earth
beneath my feet ~ it was
just that damned DEEP!


n' this piece of YOU!

 

[blakverb]

Thank you all.

one love,blak

 

[alyce]

when I read you, I always

whisper the question "how does he do it?" ~ because deep within me, I know that's something only God can answer!

Flow my eloquent bruvah! FLOW!!!

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